1 in #India 12 in #arrangedmarriage "You're mine, Jeea. Don't ever forget that." His voice is a siren, enchanting me, making me dizzy with the need to be close to him. "I know, Mr. Rathore. And you're mine." I peck his lips and he squeezes my neck in return. I can still feel the embers of his angry, lying just below the surface of his skin. "Always, jaan. It's a pleasure to be yours." His lips meet mine in a slow kiss which quickly turns into something passionate, neither of us willing to back down. I take his anger that he drowns into this kiss and show him my love in return. * Jeea Mehta has always lived in the shadow of her perfect older sister. But when a twist of fate forces her to marry Dhruv Singh Rathore-a wealthy, enigmatic man who was once promised to her sister-Jeea finds herself caught in a marriage she never wanted and a life she doesn't understand. But Dhruv is not an easy man to please. He's distant, ruthless, and heartbreakingly unattainable. And yet, beneath his icy exterior, Jeea glimpses something more-something that makes her heart betray her at every turn. As hidden truths unravel and undeniable chemistry ignites, Jeea finds herself caught in a dangerous game of love and resentment. Because while she was never meant to be his bride... she might just become something even more unexpected-his weakness. #1 in chicklit #1 in forcedrelationship

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"Anyway.." he sighs and crawls over my lap. "What do you think you are doing?" I frown as he leans his back against the couch's handrest, and places his thighs over my lap, sitting sideways. "I'm sorry. I never really had any guy friends. Is this inappropriate?" he asks innocently. "Just don't move around," I mumble, placing my hands over his legs to keep them at one place. "So it's not inappropriate?" he asks. "It is. But I'm a better human than you, so I'll let you get away with this," I wink, tapping his nose. "No, please don't. Spank me Dylan," he says sarcastically. "Alright. How many?" I ask abandoning the Tv remote, and pulling him sideways so he was right in my lap. ....................... Read the feisty, quirky and romantic story of two stubborn individuals.